Genre: Fantasy
About RowanWaterspriteLocation: Edmonton, Alberta canada Home Region: Age:32 Website: http://rowanwatersprite.deviantart.com/ Favorite novels: The Secrets of Shar-Nhun, The Power of One, The Eagle Has Landed, Leaper Favorite writers: Hemingway, Jack L. Chalker, Spider Robinson, Piers Anthony, Jack Higgins Favorite music: Pretty much anything and everything. If it's got a good beat, good lyrics or it's something I can relate to, I don't care what genre it is Non-noveling interests: webcomics(I have a few of my own too!), drawing, painting, camping, fishing, hiking, spelunking |
Joined: October 2, 2007 This Year: Official Participant NaNoWriMo History: NaNoWriMo posts: 45 NaNoWriMo buddies: 24
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Brief Author Bio: I'm pretty easygoing and love life! |
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Synopsis: Heat
The world Artra and Hyssop loved was changing. The heat wave was not going away. The once lush jungle they live in was wilting and dying.
What is Artra to do when her best friend goes on a pilgrammage to find out what's going on?
Not one to sit and wait for things to happen, Artra sets off on her own to find Hyssop. Along the way she meets up with Fred, the fire breathing dragon...who believes he's a bunny? Together, they trek their way through the know world and try to find answers to the increasing heat, and diminishing water supplies.
What will she do when she finds out there may be no hope, and her friend might not be coming back?
Excerpt: Heat
The sun dripped lazily through the leaves overhead. In the heat a fly flew in slow circles and meandered drunkenly away.
“Why is it so bloody hot?” Artra panted lightly. Even just laying still, she could feel the sweat beading on her skin and slide in little rivulets down her back.
“Just to annoy you.” Hyssop mumbled without opening his eyes.
“Oh, fuck you.” Artra turned her head to glare at the man laying prone beside her.
“Can’t…” he mumbled again. “…too hot.” He half expected her to hit him, but the smack he waited for didn’t come.
“Jackass.” She smiled to herself and laid her head back down on the grass.
The pair continued to melt in the heat, not wanting to move.
Air oozes thickly around them. It had been hot before, but nothing like this. Even the river, which was usually still high at this time of year was nothing more than a thin trickle.
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